Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On them
You better keep your hand on heats
And live you sayin' on them beats
talk

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

They ain't the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to
Like they the first to ever put green in a
Look, I don't be meaning to but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' you seen and you want

But otherwise I'm cool it
They say only the ones who had gon' get and act a fool with it
gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house a view of the ocean

The bangers is growin' upset ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you like that but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that his
You ain't a or you wouldn't go to dinner with groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause you put spinners on hoopties, nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a gangsta

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a nigga

How can niggaz say they be on the other of the seas
the steering wheels are on the other side of the V's
And the homes like the spot on the other side of the C's
they ain't never been on the other side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya tents are too
Every sentence you is far from the truth
You wanna be nigga you are in the booth
But you got the heart, the scars or the proof

And now you ya' shirt, tag in our grill
But I'm you was a dirt bag before the deal
You walk around how every dime sucked you
When don't even speak to you, never mind fucked you

Ya' sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here and they put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have in ya' house
When ya' mamma won't even give you keys to the house,

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck me
Get in the way you could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' like
Trynna fool the with a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you blow
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a

They gon' strip you, have you runnin' next
Without security, you like sex
You never fingered a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot and finger a nigga

If recognize real, you'd be a John Doe
You livin' in a but call it a condo
I member you as a slinger that was on the bench
a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments

Now they try to blame the of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think it's hip hop con mans
Studio is played out now
ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out, fucka

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on streets
You better keep hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them
talk

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on them
You better keep your on them heats
And what you sayin' on them beats
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It's really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk